Sleeping With My Friend Novels & Stories

I fall asleep next to Zander. I've heard of teens sleeping with and next to each other. I never imagined that it could happen to me. The idea of sneaking around behind everyone's back is new to me. Are teens allowed to take naps next to each other? I guess I'll never know. There's a lot of things that are new to me. Being the worst friend to Brittany is sure to make the top list of my new and favorite vices.

I smirk and throw my hands up in mock surrender before walking to my bed. “You’re not sleeping in your bed with her! She’ll lose her mind when she wakes up”, says Meme. “Well, maybe you should have been a better friend so she wouldn’t have ended up at the bottom of a lake tonight, and wouldn’t wake up in my bed with me tomorrow”, I tell her as I climb in. She glares at me as her brother pulls her over to where he’s laid out the blankets and pillows for her. “Don’t worry, I’m not into PDA. If I was going to be inappropriate with your friend, I assure you that you wouldn’t still be here”!

I'm done counting imaginary sheep, I'm done singing the Barney song, but I'm still not sleepy. Whereas earlier when Kent and I were next to each other, it was not enough for me to tell him that he would send me home tomorrow. I feel so relaxed every time I'm with him. What if I just sleep tomorrow when I'm with him? I shook my head at what I thought. I can't sleep with him when we are together. That's not fun. I'd rather make sweet gestures with him than sleep with him. "You'll cheat with me for three months."

Unlike the orchestra that’s being played loudly in my room that I can hear it clearly from here. I brush my teeth and wash my face, then finally join Toffer and my pillows on the bed. Since he's not wearing a shirt I take the liberty of wearing one, even throw a pair of sweatpants since May is sleeping over. I definitely don't want her to freak out if I show up tomorrow morning with a shirt and my infamous short shorts, knowing I'm sharing the bed with a man. We might be best friends and share a lot of things but the secret of Toffer and I playing is just too much to share.

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

He quickly follows, releasing with a grunt and kisses me softly on the lips. I'm not sure who I'm kidding with this friend's only crap. I have to try though, to keep from getting hurt. This is the only way we can be together without risking a broken heart. We quickly clean up in his bathroom and he pulls me back into his bed. "I don't know Liam, friends don't sleep over after sex. I should probably head home." I whisper and he frowns. “Friends don't usually fuck each other either but here we are."

I didn't have much experience with guys or any experience with guys, but I was sure this was exclusive talk. "I slept with Bella's cousin about a year ago when I was drunk and curious about sex. I've had offers, but there hasn't been anyone else except you." "Really," he asked, shocked, and I couldn't tell if that was good or not. "Yeah," I said mid-yawn. Cole stood from the couch and picked me up, walking us through to the bedroom, where we slipped into the bed, and I fell asleep with his arms around me.

Besides, sleeping in the same bed as my best friend’s sister wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done…or would do. Not by a long shot.

The realization sinks in that our relationship, whatever it may be, has taken an unexpected turn, and I can't help but feel a sense of unease. Sure, we may not have crossed any physical boundaries last night, but the weight of our unspoken actions hangs heavy in the air. I can't shake the feeling that we need to address what happened to clarify where we stand with each other. After all, sleeping with someone implies a level of intimacy and connection beyond mere physical attraction. I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth, as a sudden realization dawns on me. Did he see me as more than just a means to a release? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensiv

< Rose > Zion’s room came into full view as I opened my eyes. I rolled slightly away from him, trying not to wake him up. I let out a small gasp of air. It had been real. I had slept with my best friend’s ex boyfriend. Shit. my eyes travelled along the ceiling. There was a large, incomplete painting of a naked woman and her lover. I looked around for my clothes. I remembered we had pulled our tops in the sitting room. I was wearing a denim jean skirt when he carried me into the room.